I am a wood burrow
I grind it to pulp
And I’m nothing
If not thorough
I eat all my wood
Just like a good bug should
Until I start to swell
And push against my shell
Then it’s time to lay back
And shed my skin
I add it to my stack
Which I’ve had since I was thin
For a time I’m soft
And snuggly
But soon I’ll be hard
Shiny and buggley
You’ll all run from me
As I climb from my tree
Full of wood chunks
Piss and vinegar
Am I so horrible looking?
You hurt my feelings
I’ll sit on your hand
Looking at you with my big bug eyes
How can you resist?
Take me home with you
Put me in your garden
I swear I won’t eat your trees…..much
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